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dancing
branches
in
the
valley,
and
we
are
the
flowering
of
the
song-scent
that
rises
to
the
heights.
immortal
and
mortal,
twin
rivers
calling
to
the
sea.
there
is
no
emptiness
between
call
and
call,
but
only
in
the
ear.
time
maketh
our
listening
more
certain,
and
giveth
it
more